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[isawallflower]

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[isawallflower]

[ For a long few moments, Riley stares at the response. It doesn’t feel like he’s just saying that. It doesn’t…feel like he’s patronizing her. It feels like…maybe he can understand.

But she’s so scared. Scared of herself, of other people, of the idea that she can’t get better—and the idea that she can. What “better” really is. ]

No it’s okay.
I sort of said a lot too.


Thanks.
For not thinking I’m crazy.

[peccatore]

[...]

If I thought less of someone for being "crazy"
I'd be a hypocrite, now wouldn't I?

[Never mind that he DOES think less of himself now. That's not the point.]

[isawallflower]

There's a lot of hypocrites in the world.

[ lbr she's one of them— ]

This just isn't the kind of thing people talked about back home.

[peccatore]

Don't worry about that.
It's not exactly "normal" over where I was from either.

[isawallflower]

[ Riley doesn't really know what to say to that. Or to any of this. She's been running on fumes for some time now.

So. ]

Okay.
I'll try.

Goodbye Mr. Evangelisti.

[peccatore]

Talk to you some other time, Riley.

[Or so he hopes.]